When I wrote Our Children Grow and entered it was more about practice writing for a prompt than with visions of glory. I’ll accept no naysaying either, runner up is glorious. Because its someone, who isn’t my mom, telling me ‘Wow, you really are good enough.’

Keep trying. Try harder. Try more often. I got that down. But sometimes its nice to hear, from someone who might know, your trying will pay off. I think as a writer, as an artist, as a person, you don’t survive if you don’t let the little victories feel monumental.